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'I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out 'til sundown, for going out, I found was really going in.' John Muir

I've seen the top of Everest (from a long way off), smelled the breath of a whale (from way too close) and lived on a boat in Greece (for a few years), but I continue to experience some of my most precious moments right outside my backdoor.

Sunday, 7 June 2015

30 Days Wild - Day 7 - Sparrow Poem

Today, in between putting broken egg shells around the base of my courgette seedlings and sheep wool pellets around the tiny pea shoots (to persuade the slugs to go elsewhere), I spent some time on the garden bench jotting down poems. Here's one I wrote earlier...

Passer domesticusScruffy urchins of the bird worldstreet-wise, cock-suresurviving by your witsand your hard-faced cheek,like 'Angels with Dirty Faces.'In your crop-eating-outlaw daysyou had a price on your head,were picked off for penniesby persecuting posses.Then you learned which side your bread was buttered and muscled in on small town gardens.You were chased away from feedersby people who preferredthe glamour of goldfinchesthe bally-hoo of blue tits.But now you're rather rareand they want you back,will gladly sacrificetheir finely tilled seed bedsto your early evening dust bath.

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About Me

Having travelled about for a bit, I'm now on a mission to appreciate my own backyard and experiment with 'slow' things. My local town of Mold was the first town in Wales to become part of the Cittaslow movement, www.cittaslowmold.co.uk .
I love being a tourist in my home patch.